"Borva, thank you for your hard work these days."

On the return carriage, after adjusting his mood, Drov looked at the serious subordinate in front of him and sighed softly.

"Thank you for your concern, we have just fulfilled our responsibilities." Borva said without being arrogant or impatient.

After hearing this, Drov showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Nowadays, the administrative offices of the Kingdom are as capable as he and his subordinates in the investigation departments, but there are fewer people who are pragmatic and responsible. But in fact, this Kingdom has never lacked talented people who are capable of working, but all reasons restrict their future.

Those who are talented but not satisfied or suppressed by superiors are not the real key.

He knew very well that it was the country's hierarchical social system that really dominated their destiny.

No matter how hard they strive, no matter how smooth and capable they are... However, the nobles who ruled this country will always be noble families. Over the past few hundred years, through continuous marriage and union, the nobles have developed into an unbreakable and huge group of forces. They occupy a strong dominance in the economy and politics of the kingdom. Even the army is inevitably eroded and occupied, and sometimes the king has to be controlled by them.

They isolated the future of civilian political future, and they would never allow the lowly civilians in their eyes to threaten their status, so this also caused the cruel situation of "all nobles of the upper class, while those of the lower class belong to civilians".

Drov was not a nobleman, but he was lucky enough to marry the daughter of a down-and-out noble family. It was precisely because of this that he gradually reached his current status.

But his status is approaching the end.

In the final analysis, even if he married a young lady from a down-and-out aristocratic family, his identity still remained unchanged. He was still a civilian and a lucky man who took advantage of the aristocratic robes of others.

unless--

"Borva, are you willing to serve in the Tonghua District Security Bureau after the investigation was over?" Drov admired his subordinates' ability. If he continued to stay in the investigation department, his ability would be almost difficult to display. Now the only person who is willing to appreciate and reuse him is probably himself.

He was still young, and like his colleagues in the investigation department who had encountered the same experience, Drov was reluctant to watch them wasting his precious youth in vain.

There are not many lucky people, but they are not.

Borva was silent for a long time. He knew the obvious recruitment in Drov's words. At the same time, he also understood that if he returned to the investigation, he would only remain silent. Will his abilities and talents be wasted like this? Drov himself was once a famous senior figure in the investigation, and he had no reason to refuse his recruitment.

But... can the sheriff's job, which is very leisurely most of the time, allow his abilities to display his ambitions?

The most important thing is that he is the fourth prince.

Recalling the current situation of the Fourth Prince, he had to think more.

He is a smart man. Although his personality is not smooth enough, he is even a bit stubborn and unpretentious, and he will easily offend others; but he understands the principle of political infighting.

Delov noticed the hesitation in Borva's eyes and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Now you don't have to answer me, just tell me your decision after everything is over."

He said so.

"Thank you, sir." Borva sighed soothingly and said gratefully to Drov.

Drov shook his head and turned to the main topic, saying, "Although the investigation has made breakthrough progress now, the monitoring of the target's whereabouts cannot be relaxed at all, especially when dealing with Andyn!"

"Sir! Are you worried about that mysterious middle-aged man?" Borva said solemnly.

"Maybe--"

At this time, Drov suddenly felt a hint of throbbing, his heartbeat accelerated in an instant, and a fear and anxiety arose.

He didn't know why he felt this way, as if he could smell the smell of death.

"Borva!"

"I'm here!"

"If I die suddenly, you must tell Lord Luoslin all the investigation information in full. There must be no accidents."

Borva was stunned for a moment, looking at Drov with a solemn face and said, "Sir... Is anyone going to kill you?"

In the bumpy carriage, Drov raised his head and closed his eyes in his seat, and let out a long sigh from his nose.

"I don't know...but I feel this." Drov said with a bitter look on his face and said self-deprecatingly: "From the beginning, I realized that this was a dangerous investigation, and I wouldn't be surprised if I die one day."

"So sir, you—"

"This is something I can't refuse." Drov shook his head. "Maybe I had thought about rejecting it, but after I chose to intervene in this investigation, I had no way to look back."

Borva remained silent.

Why did he choose that path, and now has he regretted his decision?

He didn't know that this was his choice.

Everyone has their own choices, right or wrong, and others will never understand why it seems to be a wrong thing in their eyes, but they insist on thinking it is correct.

Drov looked at the slowly disappearing street scene outside the window, intentionally or unintentionally.

In his mind, he seemed to vaguely see his assistant. He stood in the dark alley, covering his broken neck with his hands, and seemed to be saying something in his mouth. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear anything.

He looked at his wide eyes, and slowly shed blood and tears, sadness, unwillingness...

"Captain Drov, the place has arrived."

Suddenly, Borva's voice pulled him back from his fantasy. After his mind suddenly woke up, it turned out that the carriage had been parked steadily in front of the gate of the security bureau.

"Borva, you're back first, I have some other things to deal with for the moment."

He said to Borva when he got out of the carriage and was about to return to the office.

"Yes, sir, see you tomorrow."

Borva looked at Drov's back as he left, with a worried look on his face. After the silence of that conversation, he found that Drov had been in a trance, making him feel an unknown smell.

...

Drov, holding a cup of hot tea, stood quietly in front of the wall filled with countless information. It was still early, so he decided to sort out the clues in his mind again.

Are there any omissions, deviations, and errors...

He looked very carefully, but the more he looked, the clearer the murderer he identified in his mind was.

His thinking is not wrong. If his judgment is wrong, it can only mean that the intelligence information is wrong.

Sitting back to the desk, Drov opened a drawer, reached out and took something out of it and held it in his hand, unfolding his palm, which was the identity plate of his assistant he had always kept.

Bore Ilovin.

This is the name of his assistant, and this year, he is only 24 years old.

And he was dead.

In his most precious youth in his life.

Fate is so ruthless, life is so humorous.

If he had taken on that case perfunctorily, perhaps he would not have investigated it secretly without him secretly, or perhaps he would not have died in that alley.

But there is no if.

Sometimes, a decision can affect a person's life and death. Is this world so absurd?

He held the nameplate in his hand tightly, and he couldn't be resurrected by death, so he let me risk my life to fulfill your last wish for you.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed with crimson, and the noisy and lively streets begin to become deserted. Drov is returning home in a carriage. Thinking of the warmth of his wife and children waiting at the dining table, those heavy and depressing thoughts fade away.

He will not bring any emotions at work back home, no matter how painful, irritable, or sad... Once he brings all kinds of negative emotions back home, it will not easily cause conflicts of regret.

When he was young, he did not have these self-consciousness. He often complained to his wife when he returned home, and chatted about his boss and colleagues' dissatisfaction with the case.

But when he had his first child, his personality and temper began to change slowly, as if overnight, the young and impulsive, full of sharpness gradually became mature.

"Lola, I'm back, babies, where are you? Let the dad who has been thinking about you for a day come and have a look!"

After opening the door, Drov shouted into the room in a pleasant voice as before.

But this time... he did not see the scene of his children flying in his arms, nor did he see his wife smilingly greeting him, nor even heard even a trace of sound or movement.

"Lola, baby, are you playing hide-and-seek with me again?"

Perhaps he had had a similar experience. After a brief shock, Drov chuckled and shook his head, and then wandered around the house casually.

There is no one in the living room.

There is no one in the bedroom.

There is no one in the restaurant.

He stopped and his smiling face gradually became solemn.

Because there was no dinner prepared on the dining table, and even the kitchen utensils in the restaurant remained the same and had not moved.

Perhaps it was a professional relationship, his heart suddenly became alert. Is this really a prank between his wife and his children?

Now, there is still one place in the house that has not been searched.

That is the underground storage room.

He took a sharp and sharp knife from the restaurant and held it in his hand, shouting at his wife in a cheerful tone, while his steps became closer to the door of the storage room.

"Click--"

The storage room door is not locked.

"Lola, baby, I know you are inside, don't play with dad, dad has discovered you."

As he said, he carefully opened the door, and the knife hidden behind him was always on guard against emergencies. The crack in the door was slightly widened, and the dark storage room was gradually imprinted into his sight.
To be continued...